Grey monday

A grey Monday morning. I'm sat – no, I'm slumped – behind the desk in my office. I look wearily at the clock. Only 10 o'clock – far too early to slip out for a[…]

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Stockholm – part 5

Day 5 The next morning, Madame X woke up Katie as she entered the room. “Good morning, honey,” the woman whispered in her ear before kissing her on the cheek. The captive smiled. “Good morning,[…]

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Asha and oliver

"What kind of music do you like?" "Who is your favourite author?" "Remember that time when me and Ariel sang that acoustic set at the monk?" "What's the first thing you think about in the[…]

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